From the top of the Arkenrock, the cry of the Dire Hawk was heard for miles, as the army of Rathur I took its position on the Colossus Bridge. The sound of thousands of Chatonian Legionnaires marching in unison underlined the suspense, making small pebbles dance on the old flagstones of the mile long bridge. He led his horse in front of the waiting soldiers, merely militias, common people fighting for their home, about to meet the Chatonian veterans of hundreds of campaigns. He did not wear the garb of a king, but instead the arms and armor of a warrior. He looked as his men. His and their knowledge the same. There were no need for grand speeches or winged words. Only steel, blood, and determination. He took a sharp breath, and quickly drew his blade, holding it aloft to reflect sunlight in polished steel. "TODAY, WE TAKE BACK OUR HOMES, AND FORGE A KINGDOM FOR OUR OWN!". The reaction was first a yell, thundering across the waves, almost buffeting the sails of the many ships battling in the sound beneath them. And then - a charge.

~The Battle of the Colossus Bridge, from "Rise of The Rathurian Kingdom, an account of the Sundering War".